Joe had always made it a point to only take up two machines at a time, even at this hour, either two washers, a washer and a dryer, or two dryers. Generally he could get it all done in three loads, delicates, regular, and then heavy duty for bedding and towels.

He'd noticed the young man's apparent indecision over coming inside, but had just continued with what he was doing while keeping tabs on it from the corner of his eye.

That was definitely blood on the clothes the kid had just dumped in the washer, but, given the state of the towels sloshing around in his own machine, he didn't have much room to talk, and wouldn't have called attention to it in the first place, that was just rude.

No, instead, calm as anything and quiet -if just loud enough to be heard over the machines- he asked: "Do you need peroxide?"